The Centennial State Part I

 

The week before school started the kids and I (plus two parents) headed west for a little family reunion, minus a few family members (including David).

We stayed west of Denver up in the mountains. The kids were so excited to be in the mountains. I think I forget that we don’t see much of them around these parts. I was so excited to have a break from the surface-of-the-sun-like temperatures.

So this will be the first of the I-don’t-know-how-many part series of our last hurrah of summer.

The first couple of days we spent exploring the area, going on hikes (which to real hikers were just walks but I say I’m in the mountains it’s a hike), and wearing kids out to the best of my abilities.

 

I employed all in my efforts.

And I used nature to entertain.

“Look, honey, it’s water. In a river. We never see water in a river!”

I suppose that’s not as funny when you don’t know we live right next to two rivers.

Even so this one led to a waterfall.

Which automatically made it more magical.

For those that weren’t as taken with the waterfall.

We found some trees.

And dirt.

And rocks.

That kind of stuff can entertain people for hours.

Even the big people.

And somehow, because we weren’t home, it seemed more fun than our own trees and rocks and dirt.

Which totally works for me.